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The Old Hopefuls
03:45
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THE OLD HOPEFULS
Here I am again
Mildly stinking up the stage
Putting on my best act
Hoping for another crack
At what I failed at first time around
When those damn critics hounded me out of town
But no young hack can ever put me down
I’m back again with this new truth I’ve found
That everything comes around and around and around and around
Hey, you’re an old hopeful too
Only slightly less hopeless it’s true
All the things that other old hopefuls do
Are the very things that we all go through
We draw on this fact we failed first time around
When those damn audiences hounded us out of town
But no one ever can put us down
We’re back again with this new truth we’ve found
That everything comes around and around and around and around
We die on stages like this, night after night after night
We kill ourselves for a good review
The empathy is in the blood and broken bones
That sense of being watched whilst feeling totally alone
We are the old hopefuls
We are the old hopefuls
We are the old hopefuls
And I swear the day I win the lottery I will buy the entire world of the supernatural and the reality of the unseen just for you, all for you, all for you….
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2. |
Pigeon Gatherings
02:48
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PIGEON GATHERINGS
We huddle on your rooftops
We mingle in your squares
We colonise your statues
We have been here for years
We compete with the gull and the fox
Over the meagre pickings of a takeaway box
The grease the bones the smears the lies
Then we just take to the skies
You call us rats with wings
But you don’t know a thing
Other preening birds can sing
Who cares
We congregate under railway arches
Or pair up on the new glass towers
Under energy intensity light
Sometimes we get to shit on your advertising hoardings
Fetid black dropping on bleached white smiles
Still it’s not the end of the world
We all know who is responsible for that
You call us rats with wings
But you don’t know a thing
Other preening birds can sing
Who cares
We serenade the bin men who clean your streets
And we see the invisibles still, tom o bedlam and all
We claw through your drains
Scratching for loose grain
Sometimes we get to fly
And then a Peregrine Falcon takes us out the sky
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3. |
Punk Badges
03:34
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PUNK BADGES
This is nothing to do with 999
Nor past obsessions with Metal Urbaine
Forget for a moment Stinky Toys
The Drones and the Worst and Manicured Noise
I’ve put a pin through my madness
I know exactly how I feel
I don’t need to say a thing
It’s here on my lapel for the world to see
I just walk down the street
I just walk down the street
Punk Badges Punk Badges
Punk Badges Punk Badges
This is everything to do with Pussy Riot
Any soul who refuses to keep quiet
Locks of hair falling on Iranian ground
I embody all these feelings that I’ve found
I’ve put a pin through my madness
I know exactly how I feel
I don’t need to say a thing
It’s here on my lapel for the world to see
I just walk down the street
I just walk down the street
Punk Badges Punk Badges
Punk Badges Punk Badges
Punk Badges Punk Badges
Punk Badges Punk Badges
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4. |
My Heart Bleeds for You
03:03
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MY HEART BLEEDS FOR YOU
My heart is like a toxic landslide
A lying slag with nowhere to hide
My heart is like creeping surveillance
A bad truth revealed by time
My heart bleeds for you
My heart bleeds for you
My heart is like an unread writer
Whose bitter words effect meaningless pain
My heart is like a failing friendship
Whose past was in love whose future is in vain
My heart bleeds for you
My heart bleeds for you
One day I will care for this world
Pray for moments that are golden
But for now I drown with all the other ugly shits
Deceive myself with the short-term fix the brutal hit the jagged slit the empty pit
My heart is like the death of style
Of corrupt lies told through perfect smiles
My heart is like that silent march of deadly soldiers
A virus sickening in stealth, invisible vile
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5. |
Our Raincoats
03:34
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OUR RAINCOATS
We all knew the night and what it meant to be out there in our raincoats
We walked to each-others homes through alienating zones in our raincoats
And sat around each-others rooms, under bare blue electric bulbs in our raincoats
Listening to vital crucial albums that would last through all of time in our raincoats
We listened to the Raincoats in our raincoats
And we listened to the Passions too
But mostly we were waiting for the Fall
We were always just waiting for the Fall
Distant stars had famous blue raincoats
Ours were faded green from army surplus stores
Dog eared well- thumbed tattered paperbacks in the pockets of our raincoats
We walked through Northern Cities oblivious to the rain in our raincoats
Our raincoats spoke of eternal things but they only lasted a summer
By winter we were wearing bum freezer jackets and end of pier soiled white drill shorts
As we listened to the great white funk of A Certain Ratio and made uncertain adjustments to our lives
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6. |
My Sailor Suit and Hat
04:53
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MY SAILOR SUIT AND HAT
So I never came home for tea
A world of adventure claimed me
I was never going to be happy
So I remained out here lost at sea
Ports have been exhausted
The days pass by so quick
Oysters now are toxic things
But the pearl is still my world
The albatross near extinct, old adventurers scarce
All the old crew have gone
One or two died some changed others moved on
Me, I can’t turn back
Until the day I find some stupid gold
Or heal the burning wound within my wanting soul
Ports have been exhausted
The days pass by so quick
Oysters now are toxic things
But the pearl is still my world
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7. |
The Straight Life
02:59
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THE STRAIGHT LIFE
The straight life
A thing to behold
Never letting anybody down
Who’d want to stray
Reasonable adjustment
Manage expectations
Angels despair of poets no more
Those days are gone
This is the straight life
This is the straight life
This is the straight life
Nice shirt, nice tie
The straight life
Does as it’s told
Never letting anybody down
Fools want to play
Plan for all seasons
Stay within reason
Angels despair of poets no more
Those days are gone
This is the straight life
This is the straight life
This is the straight life
Nice shirt, nice tie
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8. |
Disgruntled Employee
02:11
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DISGRUNTLED EMPLOYEE
Crap Hair
Got nothing good to wear
Bad year
My prospects are bare
In the gig economy
Disgruntled employee
Going to take a hit of DMT
Going to take a hit of DMT
Too old
All my good stuff has been sold
So cold
So, so cold
In the gig economy
Disgruntled employee
Going to take a hit of DMT
Going to take a hit of DMT
Going to take a hit of DMT
Going to take a hit of DMT
Going to take a hit of DMT
Going to take a hit of DMT
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I’D LOVE TO BE A CHARACTER IN ONE OF YOUR BAD TATTOOS
Brutal attraction
Barbaric kisses
The bleach you brushed on your arm
Hoping to remove those old bad tattoos
That you suddenly decided
Were not for you
But I’d love to be a character
In one of your bad tattoos
Before you have them erased
From an indifferent public gaze
Who is to say
What is right
And what we get wrong?
You know who you are
Life is cheap
And love so precarious
We have one moment
And then it is gone
But I’d love to be a character
In one of your bad tattoos
These figures are heroic to me
Inky skinny symbols of moments more free
Queens and kings and jacks and spades
Twelve dirty bullets on your chest will never fade
We should go and rob the last high street bank that remains
Inject 24 billion channels of television trash in our veins
Do anything that the characters in bad tattoos do
And I’d like to do these bad things badly with you
But I’d love to be a character
In one of your bad tattoos
I need a feckless adventure today
Something stupid that I can claim
I love the blotted scars
On my body so crude
Fading badges old
Of a wayward attitude
You be you still please
And let me be me
In age let’s hold on to our adverse singularity, Singularity
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10. |
Sunday Morning People
02:47
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SUNDAY MORNING PEOPLE
I found a photo of us in a car boot sale
On a Sunday morning in the Dalston rain
Just a moment caught forever
Of some kind of love and our good times together
The photo fills me with joy the beat smile on your face
Such a profound thing I swear I hear angels sing
It makes me so glad we are still together
Let’s close the door and just like Mo, we’ll make the night last forever
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